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Notes From There

I remember after my motorcycle accident, there I was, hanging by my leg from a stirrup above me in my hospital bed when I came to. The doctor said it was broken in so many places amputation might be a better idea and, for the next few days I struggled in despair–just about to give in. But when the thought of being maimed really hit me, I told the doctor I wanted to keep it for sentimental reasons, even if it wouldn’t work. And plus I hinted I’d crawl out of that hospital if he tried to cut it off! That was the same stubborness that enabled me to eventually recover the use of it, get back on my horse (i.e. my motorcycle) and to also learn my own value from within.